March 7th, 2016

Darkness creeps into

the subconcious

recesses of my 

outward expanding

mind, trying to 

reach the four corners 

of my own universe; 

The threads that 

hold the pieces of 

my soul, slowly 


I've misplaced 

the needle to sew

them back whole. 

As the fragile vessel

that is me, drifts

apart and sets 

out to sea;

All hope seems to

abandon me. 

Useless is the mouth

plased on the canvas 

of my person. 

Opening, closing

yet resticing all sound. 

This is the darkness

Hell Bound

Poetry by montana
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Written on 2016-05-31 at 09:01

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